Flowbear

2/25/08

I'm reading this novel with a character named Olive in it, and every time I read the name Olive, I instantly want to eat some olives. The problem is, Olive plays a pretty significant role in the novel, and I have the willpower of a slobbering dog in the refrigeration facilities of a third-world morgue during a brownout.

I actually think about this often. I'm considering selling back all of my Henry James novels -- which is something I never do -- just so somebody else can resent my handiwork. But I do like the idea of the old man me laughing at myself with gusto, and then, like, "oh la la" by the Faces fades in and it's like "I wish... that... I knew what I know now..." and then I start dancing with Miss Cross. She's a babe.